The boy was wearing loose pajamas. He carefully closed the door after him before walking to Ming Ansheng. A tall pile of documents had hidden his face. "Daddy, you're smoking so much again."
Beibei felt glum.
Ming Ansheng raised his head when he heard Beibei's voice. He frowned and asked, "Why are you still awake?"
Beibei stood before Ming Ansheng's desk, and he scanned his desk. His eyes landed on the overflowing ashtray and he pouted. "Today, my classmate told me that his father was diagnosed with lung cancer. His father was stressed because of work, he smoked every day."
He tugged at Ming Ansheng's sleeve and pleaded earnestly. "Daddy, can you stop smoking so much?"
Ming Ansheng managed a tiny smile as he tapped Beibei's head gently. "Little rascal. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Lung cancer?
If he really had cancer, what would happen?
